What do you do when you're in a hole? How do you climb out? What if that's a metaphor for your soul? Can you even climb out? What if the hole seems to get deeper? It's seemingly impossible to get out. When you feel like it can't get any deeper, There seems to be no other route. It's dark at the bottom, it seems there's nowhere to go. There's nowhere to go but up, my dear. I know that it doesn't seem so. But remember, I'm always here.
Poetry
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Sweet and reassuring. Nice job!